December 2024
Charlie Rossiter
charliemrossiter@gmail.com
charliemrossiter@gmail.com
Bio Note: Charles Rossiter, still living contentedly in Bennington, VT, currently putting together a book of previously uncollected and recent poems.
Mountain Living
early summer, light breeze,
a few fleecy clouds
a tree full of blossoms
sunset full of silver
two kayakers glide by
leaving barely a ripple
on the glass-smooth lake
Reading a Friend’s Poems
I read his poems
without critique or question
for the pleasure of the places,
the people, the experiences;
the daughter growing up
trail hike epiphanies,
grandma’s memorable meatballs,
the back roads and motels
from Jersey to Oregon.
And I hear his voice as I read,
the voice I’ve heard speak the poems
so many times by campfire light,
from tiny café stages, while sipping
bourbon in cheap motels
on poetic road trips,
all of which reminds me
there’s more to poetry than poetry.
Another Covid Tale
the girl who tints my eyebrows,
tested positive for covid on Wednesday.
I called to see how she was doing on Friday.
She said she felt tired, couldn’t breathe,
felt congested, decided to take NyQuil and sleep it off.
just called again; her bf told me she never woke up.
(found poem—from a friend’s social media post, 8/29/22)
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